"For a boy like me, a minor injury wouldn't be a big deal. The main concern is Senior Sister Xiao Ding, a girl. If she gets hit by that shelf full of goods, who knows how badly she'd be injured."
Ding Ning's eyes were red and tears were in the corners of her eyes. She had just cried, and her tears were filled with both emotion and fear. Her mood was very complicated, but in the final analysis, it was self-blame that was at work.
"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry, it's me who hurt you."
"Your words are superfluous, aren't they?" Qi Yan said as if nothing had happened. "It's not like you pushed the shelf and hit me on purpose. Who would have thought that the factory was so unprofessional that there would be problems with the display of goods? It's just a coincidence, isn't it?"
Ding Ning felt so guilty, his eyes still tearful, "Thank you."
"You've said thank you so many times already. Once is enough," he thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "If you really want to thank me, you can pack my lunch for a week. The lunch you brought at noon smells delicious, much better than that barbecue rice."
Ding Ning: “…”
Zhou Mo on the side couldn't help laughing.
Qi Yan's heartless nature is comparable to Song Yan's.
Even though his hand was dislocated, he didn't feel any pain and was still thinking about eating. He even said that the barbecue rice at lunch was not tasty.
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaoshuang was not here. If she heard what Qi Yan said, she would definitely be furious, and by then, both of Qi Yan's hands would be dislocated.
Originally, Qi Yan was injured while saving Ding Ning. Logically, Ding Ning should have expressed her gratitude, but Ding Ning also had her own difficulties.
Cooking for another boy...
"This...is not very convenient."
"Why is it inconvenient?" Qi Yan asked.
"I made it in the dormitory. The pot is small, and..." Ding Ning said, "It's against the rules to use a pot in the dormitory. I was afraid..."
"Is that so? Forget it then." Qi Yan didn't force him.
"I can help you order food. I'll cover your lunch this month," said Ding Ning.
"That's fine," Qi Yan said without any hesitation.
Before, Zhou Mo felt that Qi Yan was a person whose way of thinking was completely different from theirs. If they encountered any conflicts or frictions when getting along with him, things might get out of hand.
Qi Yan has a straightforward personality and seems to have very simple thoughts. He says whatever he wants. It's obvious that he is not good at Chinese and can't even comprehend reading.
Now it seems that he is doing well this way.
At least he did not refuse Ding Ning's kindness in expressing his gratitude out of politeness or embarrassment.
Although this made Qi Yan seem incompetent, it also made Ding Ning feel less guilty and more grateful.
There will be conflicts between people, and there will be friction when people with different personalities and behaviors get along with each other, but it does not necessarily have to develop into a quarrel or a fight.
Ultimately it all comes down to a person's character and quality.
Qi Yan is quite different, but not without quality.
"Stop talking now," Shen Qingyi urged, "Han Chen, take him to get his bones straightened."
"good."
Han Chen agreed and took the group to the bone-setting room.
The doctor in charge of setting the bones was an elderly man. His hair was completely white and his back was slightly hunched. However, his serious demeanor made it clear that he was a "martial arts master".
He didn't talk much. When he saw Han Chen coming, he didn't ask anything and waited for Han Chen to describe his condition.
"Come here," he turned his chair around and said to Qi Yan expressionlessly.
Qi Yan was obviously frightened by the serious atmosphere and stepped forward cautiously.
The old doctor pinched his wrist and touched it a few times. Qi Yan thought the old doctor was checking his bones, but when he was caught off guard, there were two "clicks".
Qi Yan only let out a painful roar of "Ah——", which was even more painful than the emoticon of the groundhog roaring.
"Okay, what are you yelling for?"
The old doctor let go of Qi Yan's wrist, interrupting Qi Yan's screams.
Qi Yan opened his mouth, his voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the old doctor in surprise and confusion.
He tried to move, and it seemed not to hurt as much as before, or rather, it hardly hurt at all.
"Don't move, be careful of dislocation again." The old doctor saw what Qi Yan was thinking.
Qi Yan immediately held up his wrist and resumed his previous puppy handshake posture.
The old doctor said to a young doctor in front of the computer, "Prescribe a plaster."
He turned to ask Qi Yan: "What price range do you want? Do you have..."
"Give him the best one, whichever one is best," Shen Qingyi spoke before the old doctor finished speaking.
The old doctor said nothing and turned directly to the young doctor in front of the computer: "Open it."
"Okay, Master," the young doctor said to Han Chen after operating on the computer, "Doctor Han, you can pay the fee."
"Where can I pay the bill? I'll go pay it," Shen Qingyi asked.
"It can be operated on the phone. I have already registered for him, and his record is in the system."
"Do you use your phone?"
"Um."
"Okay, you pay for me and I'll transfer the fee to you."
Qi Yan, who was standing by, asked in confusion, "Teacher, why are you still paying for my illness? No need, I'll transfer it to Doctor Han later."
"Just focus on your plaster application and don't worry about the medical expenses," Shen Qingyi pulled Han Chen aside and asked about the medical expenses and the precautions to be taken after applying the plaster.
Qi Tan followed the old doctor's instructions, sat on a bed in the room, and stretched out his hand to him.
The old doctor took the supplies and quickly applied the plaster. He told me not to let it get wet and to come back for a checkup in a week. Everything was over quickly.
Before anyone could react, the old doctor called out to the door, "Next."
Han Chen was very perceptive and said, "Okay, let's go."
Zhou Mo sneaked up to Han Chen and after following him out, she asked, "Are you so unpopular? I saw that teacher just now didn't want to talk to you."
Han Chen was so angry that he laughed. "If he paid any attention to me, I would be a national treasure-level expert professor. The old master has always been like this, unkind to everyone, but his skills are impeccable. His bone-setting techniques are probably second to none in the world. Because of him, many patients with dislocations and dislocations have avoided surgery. The good reputation of the orthopedics department of the First Hospital of Dongda University is half due to him."
Zhou Mo asked curiously, "So he's even better than Director Gu?"
Han Chen: "They're not the same, so there's no way to compare them. You can't have a veteran doctor treat osteosarcoma patients, and you can't have Director Gu, who's capable of managing the largest department in a hospital, come here to fix bones. Simply saying who's better is an unfair comparison. We can only say that each has their own strengths."
Zhou Mo nodded. "Anyway, I feel this old doctor is amazing. He's just like one of those traveling doctors who has unique skills but keeps them hidden."
Han Chen: "He...isn't really a doctor. He doesn't have a medical license. In the hospital, he's considered a technician."
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